I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
Do not
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Tears For Mach
Tears tide in eyes As I think of Mach in streets Makes me feel embarrassed… I bite my own lips To draw blood and seal pain I am no more embarrassed with tears…
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